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[h1][b]Seshat[/b][/h1][/center]


A figure clad in white armor stood at the back of the crowd, doing her best to look unassuming. She cared little for these petty squabbles, but the World Warriors Tournament combined with the political instability in Zun was worth enough to at least have her attention. Choosing to bring so many Nomads here, at a time like this? It was not likely to be a coincidence... Her visor glowed blue as she frowned, trying to wrap her head around the situation.

Standing tall among the crowd was the spear-wielding knight, disappointed in the cancelling of the tournament. The old nomad couldn’t help but be upset over this denial of his, and the other warriors present’s, glory. Still, they had their reasons. No sense in fighting over it, the knight moved through the crowd until he saw a familiar face behind the mass of faceless nomads. [color=red]“Seshat, by god it has been too long.”[/color] Fafnir greeted his friend. [color=red]“I didn’t think you’d be the tournament type.”[/color]

Seshat’s eyes lit up as she took off her helmet and offered a small wave, her hair falling gracefully down past her shoulders.

“Why hello Fafnir,” She said, a smile only barely visible on her lips. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Her tone didn’t carry nearly as much enthusiasm as one would expect for a reunion between friends, but those more familiar with her would know that it meant a lot coming from her.

“You are correct, though,” Seshat explained, turning right back to her thoughts. “I have little interest in such fights. I suspect that there may be something sinister happening in Zun that requires my attention, and given that I just finished in Iran with… “family” business…” she uncomfortably trailed off, her voice audibly constrained. A subject she liked to avoid.

“I have decided to stay until I have determined its nature.” Seshat concluded, with a quick huff. “This event is rather renowned across the world, so I think it is a good place to start.”

[color=red]“Well that does sound to be suspicious, if nothing else. As I’ve no tournament to enter, I suppose I could stick around for potential assistance.” [/color] The warrior stated as he looked back towards the crowd. [color=red]“I’m not one to look into such matters, but if any trouble does brew out of here I will gladly help put it down.”[/color]

“Ah,” Seshat said, her smile returning slightly brighter. “That would be most welcome, thank you.” She turned her gaze to figures in cloaks wandering through the crowd. A troubling sight. She considered summoning her rifle, but it probably wasn’t the best idea in an airport.

“So what have you been up to since we last met?” Seshat asked, keeping her eyes on the crowd. “You have been traveling the world as well, yes?”

[color=red]“As of late yes, been trying my luck at these tournaments, good sport and all. Though with it closed I don’t have much to do now.”[/color] He stated simply, following his friend’s gaze to the people. [color=red]“Pity, I was looking forward to matching blades with proven adversaries.”[/color] Seshat motioned her head towards the cloaked figures, not wanting to make it too obvious that she was on to them.

“I fear that you may just get you wish aft-” She immediately stopped speaking once the figures shed their cloaks and started shooting. A gun appeared in Seshat’s hand as she raised her arm forward, managing to find a target not blocked by the panicking crowd, and fired. The quick burst sent the armored fighter sprawling to the ground, and Seshat quickly donned her helmet once more.

Finally the kind of action the old soldier was waiting for. Fafnir leaped above the crowd, responding to a cut off Seshat with a [color=red]“Just like old times!”[/color] The knight’s wings carried him forward as he darted to another armored assailant; He knocked him down with a hit of his plated elbow as he landed; and swung his lance out from his back to knock out an accomplice with the spear’s shaft.